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The sound of the wind, the singing of birds, and leaves dancing through the breeze. You feel and hear all of these as you look at an urn while lying down on a ground full of dead leaves, whe... Read allThe sound of the wind, the singing of birds, and leaves dancing through the breeze. You feel and hear all of these as you look at an urn while lying down on a ground full of dead leaves, when you suddenly remember a memory that never left your mind. A memory that made you questio... Read allThe sound of the wind, the singing of birds, and leaves dancing through the breeze. You feel and hear all of these as you look at an urn while lying down on a ground full of dead leaves, when you suddenly remember a memory that never left your mind. A memory that made you question yourself. "Are you truly not lonely, or have you gotten used to the feeling that you can... Read all